There is, in our neighborhood, a small, raised, open space with a giant plastic character perched on the edge. He’s wearing a tweedy looking sweater and holding a beer.
Which leads me to believe the space was, at some point in some city planner’s mind, supposed to be a “beer garden.” After all, we live in “Europe City.” It would be somewhat fitting.
Sadly, the space has sat empty probably since the day it was built.
And then today I witnessed the first major step in its inevitable, natural demise.
A giant overhead beam, at least 18 inches in diameter fell from about 15 feet up. It was totally rotted through.
Quite scary to think about it falling really. I guess that’s what happens when you use untreated lumber in a climate as wet and humid as this one.
The above is the inside of that beam. When I stood up from taking the photo, I whirled around to find a white foreign guy staring at me.
Huh, you get sort of used to the Chinese stares, but when the foreigners stare it’s a bit more disconcerting.
I spent the rest of the walk home trying to remember if I had pulled my shirt down over the seat of my pants while I was taking the photo above.
Jury’s still out but the view around the corner was beautiful:
Happy Friday everyone! Happy Weekend! Happy homemade chipwiches! Oh wait, maybe that’s just my little Friday night project… 🙂